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Chapter 795 Beat Miss Zhishuang Again

Like everyone else in the audience, Wei Shaoqi also wondered if he had heard it wrongly.

Bring over a string of cash and have a serious discussion with the chief lady in the Palace of Lady Sovereigns about redeeming Yue's virginity.

Are you sure you are talking about the hidden daughter of Yuanjun, Junyue Chu, who is the first in line to succession?
Instead of the local specialty of Yunmengze with the same name?
Not to mention whether this transaction price was out of this world, the young man in Confucian robes later felt guilty and raised the price, and the chips he offered included their... lives.

Perhaps it was too outrageous, Wei Shaoqi was not angry at all, or there was no need to be angry, so he simply skipped this step.

The middle-aged scholar had a gentle expression. He looked at the bronze mask on the young man in Confucian robes and took a step forward before Xue Zhongzhu, who was smiling slightly and looked a little scary.

He interrupted curiously:
"Your Excellency, do you know why we are here today?"

Ouyang Rong said calmly:

"know."

Wei Shaoqi asked seriously:
"Your Excellency, are you here to help them?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head:
"Unfamiliar."

On the podium, everyone's faces changed when they heard this.

The girl in purple palace dress standing in the center trembled when she heard the word "unfamiliar", and stared straight at the young man in Confucian robes.

Wei Shaoqi suddenly said, "Your voice sounds very much like an old friend I know. He also worked in Xunyang City. He once warmly and sincerely received me and Lord Yan. He is not a good drinker but has a very good character. He always likes to say that he can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk..."

The young man in Confucian robes took off the wine gourd from his waist, raised his head to drink a sip, burped slightly, and said:
"You're not familiar with it either."

Wei Shaoqi looked meaningfully at the young man in Confucian clothes standing on the ground, and said softly:
"Then Your Excellency should be aware of our identities."

"Ah."

Wei Shaoqi pointed around, a little confused:

"But who is the young lady Zhishuang you are talking about? Is there such a person here? Are you sure you didn't recognize the wrong person?"

"Can't be wrong."

Ouyang Rong hung the wine gourd back on his waist, raised his head and said loudly:

"She is the first one whose name is so different from her real self. She is really good at calling for whatever she needs. Besides, she is still not convinced in so many fights. Where else can I find such a stupid defeated opponent except her?"

He chuckled, raised his chin, and gestured behind Wei Shaoqi:
"You said so, Miss Zhishuang."

All eyes silently focused on a certain tall blonde girl. Zhishuang...girl?
Wei Shaoqi didn't look back, but stretched out his hand slightly to stop Xue Zhongzhu who was drawing his sword from behind, and said humbly and gently:
"The Virgin Lady Yue is not here today. Does your Excellency have anything else to say? The eldest lady and I have some small matters to deal with right now. There is no need to argue. If there are any grudges or misunderstandings, we can talk about it later."

Ouyang Rong's bronze mask revealed a pair of eyes, which narrowed slightly:
"She didn't come. Where did she go?"

"I don't know." After a pause, Wei Shaoqi added: "Maybe he went back to Jianze and left with the second lady."

Ouyang Rong was quiet for a while, then nodded gently to Wei Shaoqi:
"Okay, I'll spare your life."

He raised his hand, pointed to the coin in the dirt at his feet, and said sincerely:

"Where is Yunmeng Jianze? Take the money, and take me there, right now."

The whole place fell silent.

Wei Shaoqi heard it clearly this time. Like many people, his first reaction was to be stunned. Then he looked around the court.

Wei Shaoqi's eyes swept over the golden-haired lady who was about to erupt like a volcano, the mythical white dragon curling and swimming in the air, and Mr. Wu in the bamboo forest whose piano sound had disappeared.

His eyes swept over Nanny Song, who was also of the highest rank but was severely injured by Xue Zhongzhu, and the other capable officials of the imperial court on the platform who were being strongly suppressed by Xue Zhongzhu and him.

Finally, Wei Shaoqi did not forget to take a look behind the young man in Confucian robes, and found that apart from ordinary people like Yan Liulang, there was no sign of any external aid.

It was indeed only the young man in Confucian robes who came.

Only one person came to command him and Xue Zhongzhu?

Wei Shaoqi couldn't help but ask:
"Excuse me, sir, what rank are you as a swordsman?"

Ouyang Rong did not answer, but his actions answered the question.

When Xue Zhongzhu in the air pushed Wei Shaoqi away and strode forward with a cold face, he placed the violin case upright on the ground, pressed his palm on the violin case, a faint red flashed on the back of his hand, and spiritual energy was injected into the long violin case.

The violin case began to tremble.

"Oh, the seventh rank of pale red..." Wei Shaoqi shook his head and advised helplessly: "My Lady, please be patient. Our primary target today is the Buddha. Don't get angry first..."

"roll."

Xue Zhongzhu walked past Wei Shaoqi, stepping into the air, and his cold voice spread throughout the audience:
"You are so arrogant! I have already let you go. I gave you time to prepare your sword. You hesitated and didn't prepare your sword. That's all nonsense. Then don't prepare your sword. I don't need purple energy to kill you. You can use your moves as you like. When you go down, don't tell the King of Hell that I bullied the weak."

Leaving a cold word behind, Jin Dagao, a tall and handsome girl with a long sword on her back, jumped down from the top of the white dragon.

She didn't bring Bai Jiao or any helpers with her. She came down from the sky alone, with her golden hair standing up and dancing like a golden flame.

In mid-air, a snow-white sword was unsheathed. From a distance, the sword seemed extremely thin, but the snow-white sword energy was like a torrent, pouring out unstoppably, like a small gap from which the surging water of the Yangtze River poured out... as if the water of a great river came from the sky.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience was shocked, not only because Xue Zhongzhu did not need the purple qi cultivation, but her snow-white sword energy was so vast and powerful, and her sword talent was almost the best in the world, but also because she had obviously reserved a lot of strength when dealing with the big Buddha and the people in the court. When fighting with Nanny Song, she did not use all of her sword energy at all, but the latter still lost miserably in the end.

On the high platform, Nanny Song's expression was both shocked and terrified. There was no doubt that Xue Zhongzhu had been fishing before... The old woman with a white eye had a changeable expression on her face.

Yi Qianqiu noticed from the corner of his eye that the Zhenxian Princess next to him subconsciously took two steps forward, as if to break out of the protection of the golden light. She quickly grabbed the sleeve of the girl in palace dress... Yi Qianqiu couldn't help but look at the torrent of snow-white sword energy in the air.

Yi Qianqiu had heard of this kind of move from a senior who was very experienced. It seemed to be a very traditional competition among sword practitioners, called "Asking the Sword", which only tested sword energy and sword intent and had nothing to do with spiritual energy cultivation.

This is also more fair because it eliminates the imbalance in spiritual energy cultivation.

I heard that Yunmeng Jianze holds a sword contest every few years, and every time sword practitioners from all over the world gather there, they compete in this way to decide the leader in kendo and swordsmanship.

The most recent Taogu Sword Competition champion was Xue Zhongzhu, whose swordsmanship was almost unrivaled in the world, and was recognized by everyone in the mountains and rivers...

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Xue Zhongzhu and his sword were covered in snow-white sword energy as thick as water, like a falling rainbow with a long tail.

The crash site was exactly where Ouyang Rong and the money were.

Just when everyone thought that the young man in scholar's robes was going to avoid the sharp edge, he lowered his head to take off the wine pot, raised his head and took another sip, and said drunkenly:
"Do you know why the [Hanshi] was hidden in Taoyuan and this Ding sword was hidden in the sword box?"

He patted the box lightly with his palm and asked himself:

"Nothing else, my sword is too sharp."

As soon as he finished speaking, an arc rose from the sword case, circled around the sword master, and with a flick of the tail, it soared into the sky and went straight into the clouds.

This [arc] is plain and does not seem to have any power. It is more like a blue crescent rising into the sky, but it is surrounded by a ball of clear blue flames.

The "flame" swayed violently in the wind, like a candle flame rising from a dark room.

The young man in scholarly robes took a sip of wine and muttered something, as if he was talking to everyone in the room, but also as if he was talking to himself:
"Look carefully, this is how Dinghuo is used."

The next moment, in mid-air, the huge snow-white rainbow and the tiny arc of blue flame touched each other.

The snow-white sword energy, which was almost the best in the world, was cut like a piece of cake.

The cauldron fire burns almost everything, including sword energy.

The arc of blue flame was like a precise scalpel, smoothly and silkily cutting through Xue Zhongzhu's explosive sword energy and heading straight for the latter's face, but between the two was the sword Zhishuang.

The tip of the snow-white sword collided with the arc of blue flame.

A dazzling light suddenly burst out.

The next moment, the long white rainbow split into two and exploded.

One man and one sword flew backwards along the same path.

It is a candle in the snow, and a sword that knows the frost.

The arc of blue flame remained quietly in the air where the confrontation had just taken place.

“Disgraceful!”

The snow-white sword let out a mournful cry that only the sword's master could understand.

The half-moon-white cuffs of the candle in the snow turned into ashes, and although the body was intact, it rose vertically into the air and returned like flying backwards. It was clear at a glance who had the upper hand and who was at a disadvantage.

Everyone looked in amazement at the young man in Confucian robes who was standing next to the sword case on the flat ground below. He had one hand behind his back, holding a gourd in the other, and drinking silently with his head raised.

High in the air, Xue Zhongzhu was lost in thought for a moment, then came to his senses and looked down at his torn cuffs.

He then looked at Ouyang Rong, who was drinking alone on the ground below without looking up.

The next moment, Xue Zhongzhu's mixed-blood face turned red and his eyes were filled with anger.

The Candle in the Snow suddenly hung upside down in the air, motionless, and the purple energy in its dantian was consumed madly.

The snow-white sword that was flying backwards continued to rise into the air and fell into her hand. One person, one sword, sank into the clouds. The next moment, a trapped dragon broke away from the sword and expanded a hundred times. The space was wrinkled and rippled where the dragon's tail swept through.

Xue Zhongzhu fell from the clouds with his sword. The shadow of the trapped dragon covered his entire body, and the air around him seemed to fall into a deep cold pool.

The sword's tip attracted the frost from the surrounding heaven and earth, and countless ice spikes poured down like a rainstorm. Every time an ice spike hit the ground, it turned into an illusion of a snow girl holding a sword. When these illusions were shattered, they would detonate the fragments of the scales of the trapped dragon's phantom sealed in the body.

The young man in Confucian robes raised his head to drink and murmured leisurely:
"Under the east fence of picking chrysanthemum, you can see Nanshan leisurely."

He suddenly stretched out his hand, pointed his palm towards Xunyang City, and clenched it into a fist in the air.

For three hundred years, it has been known in literary circles all over the world that the literati of Xunyang, Jiangzhou, love to write poems about chrysanthemums.

This is because the most famous chrysanthemum-loving person in ancient and modern times came from Jiangzhou.

In the distant Xunyang City, the literary spirit of "Tao Poetry" that has been gathered for three hundred years is madly rushing into an arc of blue flame above the Xunyang Grottoes.

The candle in the snow fell with the sword, and this sword was called "Snow Buried Three Thousand". Less than three breaths of time had passed.

[Craftsmanship] The sword has been laid successfully.

Go home!

The woman and the sword in the phantom of the trapped dragon collided with [Craftsmanship].

The next moment, all the light disappeared.

I saw [Arc] standing there silently.

Xue Zhongzhu took a step back.

It's a draw, with Xue Zhong Zhu slightly at a disadvantage.

How can it be!

Everyone was shocked. It was obvious that the young man in Confucian robes was only at the seventh level in cultivation, and he had only been able to spread his sword for three breaths.

Xue Zhongzhu looked a little ugly.

At this moment, a white dragon that had been lurking for a long time rushed out and took advantage of the young man in Confucian robes to lay out his sword and crash into him.

[Arc] is in mid-air, with no time to return.

The most vulnerable part of a swordsman is his physical body.

If you dare to stand openly on flat ground, you will be the most conspicuous target.

The young man in scholar's robe suddenly hung up the wine gourd again. His calm eyes disappeared and were replaced by a smile. He casually shook off his sleeves, revealing his left hand that was playing with eighteen seeds.

He smiled and made hand gestures with his left hand, leaving an afterimage.

He was very familiar with the hand gestures and seals that were only practiced by the Qigong practitioners of the Confucian, Buddhist and Taoist schools, and he even became left-handed.

The next moment, the golden light that originally belonged to Rong Zhen and others suddenly appeared on him.

It was a strange dark gold color, foreshadowing something extraordinary.

The white dragon passed through his body and crashed to the ground.

There was a roar and dust filled the sky.

The young man in the Confucian robe was intact and not hurt at all.

Ouyang Rong put away the Buddhist beads, the smile on his face disappeared, and he continued to pick the gourd, drinking and practicing sword with a calm expression.

The century-old cultural spirit of Xunyang City continues to flow madly into [Craftsmanship].

It seems to be inexhaustible.

It was the sword skill that Ouyang Rong had taught to an old man carrying a flower hoe not long ago - Dependent Origination and Emptiness.

Literary spirit is also qi.

This time, the sword was spread for more than three breaths. The time was getting longer and longer, and it was unknown when it would end.

This also means that the power of this [arc] when it falls is far greater than the attack that was just on par with Xue Zhongzhu.

Upon realizing this, Xue Zhongzhu, Wei Shaoqi and others' expressions changed.

"Watch out, lady!"

A picture of Peach Blossom Spring unfolded in the air, blocking the candle in the snow.

The two of them hid behind the fake Ding sword together.

Just when they were temporarily avoiding the spotlight.

The young man in Confucian robes, holding Buddhist beads, suddenly walked towards the platform.

The journey was smooth.

Everyone on and below the platform looked at him in awe. Seeing him coming over on his own initiative, some people reacted and came forward one after another, including a girl in palace dress, who walked silently at the back of the crowd and went towards him.

"Ouyang Lianghan, have you figured it out? Are you coming here to seek refuge in our palace this time? Okay, okay, after we go back, the prince will propose marriage between you and Princess Zhenxian!"

Wei Wu was the first to come out and greet them happily.

Because of the bronze mask, they could not see the strange smile on the young man's lips.

The young man in Confucian robes looked at Wei Wu, then at the white jade Buddhist beads in his hand.

Then, with a smile on his face, his eyes successively fell on the Buddhist beads in the hands of Rong Zhen, Yi Qianqiu and Nanny Song, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Ouyang Lianghan, let's work together with the princess to quickly kill these rebels..."

Halfway through the words, an [arc] fell.

Wei Wu’s last vision was the sky spinning rapidly, and he seemed to see the yellow mud on the soles of his boots.

A head with an expression of confusion and fear fell heavily to the ground.

Blood gushed out of Wei Wu's broken neck.

Yi Qianqiu, Nanny Song and others were shocked and took several steps back.

Rong Zhen, who was about to approach him, stopped.

Xue Zhongzhu and the other person who were on guard against [Craftsman]'s sword were also stunned.

Bu Jian's terrifyingly powerful Returning Sword was not used against them, but only to kill a groom... Wasn't he afraid that he wouldn't have a second chance to use Bu Jian?
Wei Wu's head rolled to the ground, his eyes bigger than copper bells. Until his death, he could not believe that Ouyang Lianghan would attack without saying a word.

Using a butcher knife to kill a chicken... But Ouyang Lianghan doesn't care.

Wei Wu died with his eyes open.

[Craftsmanship] slowly rose into the air, swaggered, and rearranged the swords.

Everyone saw the white jade Buddhist beads in Wei Wu's corpse fly up and fall into the hands of the young man in Confucian robes. He held two strings of Buddhist beads in one hand and shook his head helplessly:

"I said I'm not familiar with it."

(End of this chapter)